I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 678

Even outside the Forest of the Four Seasons, the Owlbear is a monster with a tremendous physical build.

To put it simply, it is convenient to think of it as having both the physical build of a bear and the dynamic visual acuity of an owl.

Furthermore, because its appetite is so great, it often prowls around if it feels even slightly hungry.

In particular, when the hibernation season arrives, this tendency becomes very severe, and it is even frequent for them not to sleep at all.

Because they were individuals with a stronger will to eat even one more bite rather than sleep.

At least when they are cubs, sleep is essential, so it is better.

"Master. Do you happen to have any Empty Sky Stone Milk left?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don’t know if my eyes are playing tricks on me, but Wonmo has grown bigger than Master. No, did Master shrink?"

"Wonmo grew bigger."

So, whenever Wonmo was about to hibernate, I used to worry about food, but not anymore.

He had even learned some rough things from Quokka and grown massive. Return my small and cute Wonmo.

"Dad?"

"Ah. Sorry. I just didn’t expect our Wonmo to grow this big. You learned it from that kid last time, right?"

"Yeah! I learned it from Quokka hyung."

Whether they had gotten close in that short time, he called him hyung. My heart felt complicated.

Although Wonmo’s size had grown, his characteristic gentle face remained the same. Truly, only his size had increased.

But, the energy consumed would also increase exponentially. I needed to analyze it a bit more.

"This is the first time you’ve shown me this, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Then how big can you grow? Is this the limit?"

"I want to grow bigger, but I don’t think I can."

"You don’t have to push yourself. This is already enough."

Quokka, who had been similar in size to Wonmo before transformation, had grown to a size comparable to an Ogre.

Perhaps his physical strength had also become monstrously strong, as he had literally turned a giant scorpion into a ball.

Seeing this, there was a high probability that Wonmo’s physical strength had also become stronger, so I needed to prepare for it.

"Wonmo. Can you open your hand?"

"Like this?"

Wonmo spread his hand wide. The paw pads unique to bears were clearly revealed.

Though he was still young, because he had lived in the wild all along, the area was tough yet soft.

I quietly placed my hand against it, faced Wonmo directly, and spoke.

"Dad is going to apply force, so try your best to push."

Wonmo, following my words, applied strong force to his two arms and slowly pushed.

When he was small, it would have been an incredibly cute action, but now, his physical strength had grown strong just like his size.

Accordingly, as I also applied force and slowly stood up, I felt an illusion as if I were blocked by a wall.

As expected, Wonmo’s physical strength had increased significantly. Slowly relaxing my strength, I asked Wonmo.

"Wonmo. Can you try pushing weakly by your standards?"

"Weakly?"

Wonmo tilted his head, then did as I said.

However, it was only weak by his own standards; there wasn’t much of a difference. I could feel a terrifying physical strength worthy of an Owlbear.

’As expected, controlling his strength seems difficult.’

To be precise, he probably hadn’t needed to control his strength until now.

There was no one among us with weak physical strength, and I, in particular, was the strongest among them.

"Wonmo. Exercising with Dad is good, but let’s practice controlling your strength first. If you make a mistake, we might get hurt."

"I-I could hurt Dad and hyungs?!"

Wonmo’s eyes opened wide in shock. It was a reaction showing he had never even thought of such a thing.

Currently, Wonmo was in a situation no different from a young child holding a dangerous knife.

Hadn’t I also failed to control my Aura in the past, causing all kinds of destruction?

I would make every effort to ensure Wonmo did not follow in those footsteps.

"Yes. So, first, what we’re going to do is..."

I looked around and found a suitable tree.

It was the time when winter was slowly ending and the frost was melting. It must have absorbed plenty of moisture inside and become quite sturdy.

If it were the tiny Wonmo, he wouldn’t have been able to break that tree easily. But not now.

"Wonmo. Do you want to try breaking this tree? With the feeling of hitting it weakly."

"Like this?"

Kwajijik!

Wonmo casually swung his large front paw. Then, surprisingly, the trunk of the tree was crushed just like that.

It was a situation I had anticipated, but seeing it in person, I couldn’t help but open my eyes wide.

I was surprised, so how much more so for the party involved? Wonmo also seemed to realize his own strength only then, looking down at his front paw with a bewildered expression.

"Like father, like son."

"As expected of Master’s child, it’s an ignorantly strong power."

The Sun Wukong brothers whispered behind us. Since they filled their lack of physical build with technique, they had the right to say such things.

More than that, controlling Wonmo’s strength was the priority. First, we had to make the standard clear.

"Wonmo. As you can see, your strength is extremely powerful right now. If you hug Dad, Dad’s body might get crushed."

"Master is exaggerating again."

"Dolsoe. Hit Lackey once."Read this novel at novel⁠ping.com for the best experience.

Kwang!

Regardless of whether the Sun Wukong brothers chattered behind us or not, I continued speaking.

"Ahem. So, let’s start with controlling your strength so those trees don’t break. When you hit them weakly, the trees shouldn’t break."

"Got it. What after that?"

"After that, we need to find out how hard you have to hit for the tree to break."

Finding the upper limit was something we could do slowly.

Since we would naturally grasp the upper limit as we went out on explorations anyway, it wouldn’t be difficult.

Wonmo began to lightly tap the trees according to my instructions. At first, they all broke, so he struggled quite a bit.

Title) Look at our Wonmo

Wild Grylls

(Video 1 of Wonmo hitting a tree while enlarged)

(Video 2 of Wonmo hitting a tree while enlarged)

Maybe because he learned a strange technique from the Quokka we met before, he grew super big.

His physical strength has also become stronger, so I’m making him practice controlling his strength in preparation for any unexpected situations.

ㄴ Heavenly Demon) For that tiny child to grow so big... How cute.

ㄴ Sword Matstar) You mean "He’s king-sized, so he’s king-level cute," right?

ㄴ Heavenly Demon) Wonmo is always cute. Still, this lady thinks the small version is cuter.

ㄴ Sword Matstar) The big version has its own cute aspects too.

ㄴ Then is Wonmo going to live like that forever? That shouldn’t happen T_T

ㄴ Isn’t it a similar ability to the Quokka we saw before? He’ll shrink back. He has to.

ㄴ (Photo of small and cute Wonmo) Return our small Wonmo T_T

ㄴ But is Wonmo also learning martial arts?

ㄴ Why would Wonmo learn martial arts?

ㄴ Right next to him, there are brothers who learned martial arts in beast form. It seems fine if Wonmo learns too?

ㄴ That’s a damn persuasive story...!

ㄴ They say martial arts are originally learned from a young age, so it should be fine for Wonmo?

ㄴ Before that, he needs to learn an Internal Cultivation Art first.

Martial arts, and an Internal Cultivation Art. Come to think of it, I was curious about the progress of Heavenly Demon’s editing of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Since it had been almost several months since she said she would let me know once she finished editing it all.

I wondered if she had forgotten, but considering the importance of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, the probability of that was low.

’Well, it doesn’t matter if I learn it slowly.’

Honestly, even if I just kept milking Unity of Self and Object, there was no problem with survival.

Since I was steadily accumulating mana as well, it was a structure where I was bound to become stronger as time passed.

If there was any problem, it was perhaps the variety of techniques. I could think about this slowly.

’Master Bruce Lee once said: "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times."’

A similar saying is, "Dig only one well to achieve great success."

If so, I wondered if I should also pass down the Heavenly Demon Divine Art to Wonmo.

However, since I didn’t have the capability of someone like Yoo So-wol or Ash, it was awkward for me to teach anyone.

Ppaak! Ppak!

"Kkyuu! Kkyu!"

"...Huh?"

It was right in the middle of my deep contemplation. Wonmo showed a bizarre behavior.

Perhaps he had become proficient in controlling his strength, as he had stopped breaking trees at some point, but his next action was the noteworthy point.

The palm strike, which was one of the Sun Wukong brothers’ techniques. Although it was somewhat clumsy, it clearly showed what he was doing.

’Is he imitating them?’

Since I rarely fought bare-handed, it was correct that he was imitating the Sun Wukong brothers.

Just as I wondered if he had learned it over their shoulders, the Sun Wukong brothers exchanged a few words behind me.

"I taught him that before, and he’s putting it to good use."

"Brother. You taught him that?"

"In the past, after getting scolded by Master, he came to me and asked to learn. Even that didn’t last long before he went off to eat."

So that was it. I listened to their story and nodded.

It seemed he was trying to display the martial arts he had learned back then, however clumsily. But there was no way.

Originally, martial arts were not something you could master by learning for a month or two. If that were possible, he would be a genius.

"Dolsoe. Do you happen to have any thoughts of raising a disciple?"

So I suggested it to Dolsoe. Currently, Lackey was focusing on magic rather than martial arts.

Here, Dolsoe was the only pure martial artist. As for me, well, I could be called a martial artist, but I was a bit bizarrely twisted.

Dolsoe was slightly flustered by my words, but soon looked at Wonmo with a serious expression.

Meanwhile, Wonmo was busy breaking numerous trees while practicing his strength control.

"A hunched posture. Short legs. Conversely, long arms."

Dolsoe began to assess whether it was a body suitable for learning martial arts. With his arms crossed, he looked endlessly serious.

On the other hand, his brother Lackey was picking his nose as if he had no interest. They had clearly learned under the same master, so how could there be such a difference?

In any case, listening to Dolsoe’s words, Wonmo’s body shape was not suitable for learning martial arts. However.

"It is exactly similar to how I was before I became like this."

"Right?"

"If we correct it well, I will be able to pass down the martial arts I mastered exactly as they are."

Dolsoe had already modified and mastered martial arts on his own.This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.

Of course, when it came to the fine details, it couldn’t be helped that their body shapes were different. That was something to be taken into account.

Still, it would be highly useful for controlling strength and increasing combat power.

"Then you teach Wonmo. I want to see how outstanding his talent is during this winter."

"Understood. However, I will only teach him the basics. It is better for him to figure out the rest on his own."

"He has to figure it out on his own?"

"Master said so. All martial arts are ultimately decided by how well you utilize your strengths. Just as humans are weaker than gorillas but have highly flexible body structures."

"Hmm."

I agreed with those words. Before evolution, Dolsoe was a gorilla, so it was difficult for him to clench his fist tightly like a human.

That was why he mainly used palm strikes instead of fists, and Ho-chang had appropriately edited it just in time.

It was the same for Wonmo, and furthermore, Wonmo even possessed sharp claws.

Although not as much as Bbareumbo, it would be quite threatening. We could utilize that.

"I don’t know if Wonmo will understand the Internal Cultivation Art. You can do well, right?"

"I will try."

"If he doesn’t listen, tell him this: if he listens well, I’ll give him snacks every time."

"Master. I will also listen well, so give me snacks."

"You shut up."

I ignored Lackey, who was grumbling in the back. Still, since he also had a lot of work to do, I should give him snacks.

Thus, during the remaining winter, the passing down of martial arts to Wonmo began. First of all, the Internal Cultivation Art.

The Internal Cultivation Art Dolsoe learned was passed down from Ho-chang.

Fortunately, since Dolsoe memorized all the verses, passing it down was not difficult.

I contemplated eavesdropping from the side, but decided to quietly let it go, as it might needlessly mess up the verses I already knew.

Since then, a day passed.

"Master."

"What?"

"Wonmo is a genius."

"?"

I received meaningful words from Dolsoe.

It was almost like a parent saying, "Our child is a genius!"

Any normal parent would say so, and I thought Dolsoe was just being like that.

"A genius? In what aspect?"

"Look over there."

I turned my head in the direction Dolsoe pointed. Wonmo was in a state where he had enlarged his body size, just like yesterday.

I thought there wasn’t much difference from yesterday, but...

Uuuung!

"What is that?"

I couldn’t help but gasp as I saw the shimmering Sword Qi—no, "Sword Gang"—on Wonmo’s palm.

It had clearly been less than a day since Dolsoe passed down the Internal Cultivation Art, yet he had bypassed Sword Qi and mastered Sword Gang?

Dolsoe hadn’t made a fuss for nothing. Even I couldn’t do that.

While I stood blankly, Wonmo approached the densely wooded area just like yesterday.

I guessed he was roughly practicing his strength control. However, all these expectations were shattered.

Huuung!

Wonmo lowered his head slightly and slid forward.

A movement that looked almost like boxing. When on earth did he learn that footwork?

Just as I was marveling at this, Wonmo raised his lowered head and at the same time swung his front paw upward.

The target was the tree standing blankly right in front of him. Its trunk was very thick, so it would be quite hard to break, but...

"Jjyubbyujjyubbyu!"

Kwajijijik!!!

Wonmo’s front paw, imbued with Sword Gang, easily destroyed it.

The tree trunk was torn apart entirely, and its upper part soared high into the sky. I stared blankly at the tree that flew high.

Kuung!

Before long, the tree fell to the ground. What if that wasn’t a tree, but an animal or a person?

Surely, their upper and lower bodies would have been separated just like the tree. I could guarantee it.

"...Dolsoe."

"Speak, Master."

"Teach him well."

"Understood."

It seems I’ve fed him too many things up until now.

Perhaps that was why.

"Master."

"What is it now?"

"Wonmo’s Sword Gang cannot be controlled. We have a big problem."

"...."

Wonmo had inherited the exact same side effects I had experienced.